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On your lap was my favorite place; A gentle Breeze swept my face, Your moussed wavy hair turned gold; Binding my soul into ... -
Never Worry over the PAST; Nor be threatened by the FUTURE; Live in the given time with JOY and SATISFACTION that is why it is called the PR...
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